Sun Qiang had been almost having a nervous breakdown due to the ghost calls in the past few days. At this time, facing the dark living room without any light, he seemed to be able to see a figure wrapped tightly in white cloth approaching him.
He walked over slowly.
Sun Qiang wanted to shout, but his voice was stuck in his throat. Even though he tried his best, he didn't get any results.
Suddenly, Sun Qiang's heart felt as if someone had clamped it hard with pliers. The pain, the pain all over his body, began to spread. At the same time, he felt as if his whole body was surrounded by a condensed cold air.
Likewise, he started to tremble disobediently.
Seeing the ghost wrapped in white cloth approaching his bed, Sun Qiang was so frightened that he wanted to run away, but unfortunately he could no longer control his body's reaction.
Sun Qiang wanted to cry. He suddenly realized a problem. He should not let Wu Dazhi go. His parents were ordinary people. How could they defeat the ghosts? At this time, only magic sticks like Wu Dazhi are the best!
While Sun Qiang was thinking about useless things, the female ghost in white had already walked in front of him. At this time, Sun Qiang discovered that the female ghost was not wearing white clothes, but was covered with a piece of white cloth.
Sun Qiang didn't dare to look any further, so he simply closed his eyes, with a certain death mentality, and resigned himself to letting things continue to develop.
Sun Qiang vaguely felt that the soft bed suddenly floated up and down. He knew that the thing was sitting on the edge of his bed at this moment. Wu Dazhi had reminded him before that if a ghost really came to him, he must pretend
If you can't see them, don't be afraid, and don't run around and scream, otherwise the power of the ghosts will be enhanced and your life will be at risk.
The female ghost wrapped in white cloth slowly stretched out her skinny hand and gently slid it over Sun Qiang's voluptuous face.
Sun Qiang breathed a long sigh of relief. It seemed that Wu Dazhi was right. As long as he didn't say anything, there would be no problem. But just as his hanging heart fell to the ground, a tingling sensation made his body uncontrollably.
Then started to tremble.
The severe pain made Sun Qiang instinctively open his eyes. He swore that if time could be turned back, even if it hurt him to death, he would not open his eyes.
The person sitting opposite Sun Qiang was not the kind of charming beauty often seen in movies, but more like a mummy crawling out of a pyramid.
An old woman tightly wrapped in a white cloth of unknown purpose was sitting beside her bed, twitching her skinny body.
"Crunch... crunch..."
Sun Qiang's little bed was shaking violently, like leaves falling in the air.
After a few minutes of silence, Sun Qiang finally let go. The worst outcome was death, and he had to die like a man, right?
So Sun Qiang said calmly: "Who are you? Why did you come to me? I didn't do anything bad, why did you come to me!!!"
At the end of the sentence, Sun Qiang was actually a little angry. He was obviously a good boy, and people said that good children are blessed by gods. Why did he not have the blessings of gods, but instead provoked this unknown female ghost?
"Didn't you answer my call?" The female ghost giggled, "You answered my call and promised to pick me up, so I'm going to come find you!"
"When did I promise you!" Sun Qiang almost cried. He answered the phone in a daze, and didn't hear clearly what was said on the other side of the phone. He just said a few words of gratitude casually. How could it be so?
Promise to take her back?
At this moment, Sun Qiang didn't have to mention how regretful he felt. If he was still alive, he would definitely not talk nonsense next time!
"Why don't you answer my call? Why is it someone else these days? Do you mean you don't want to pick me up?!" The female ghost didn't care about the resistance in Sun Qiang's words at all, and said slowly in a cold voice, "Remember...
...That mark on your face...is your punishment for not answering my call..."
As soon as the female ghost finished speaking, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew from nowhere. Sun Qiang rubbed his eyes, and there was still a figure of the female ghost in front of him, "Ghost! Ghost!" Sun Qiang, who finally recovered, opened his voice.
Yelled.
But after he shouted a few words, he realized that something seemed wrong. He shouted with all his strength, but no one seemed to hear him. For a moment, Sun Qiang lost all his courage. He even wanted to confront the female ghost directly. If
If he couldn't let himself go, he would just run away with the female ghost.
Fortunately, as daybreak came, Sun Qiang stopped his ridiculous thoughts. He didn't want his parents to worry, so he went to school as usual. But no one knew that at this moment, Sun Qiang wanted to die.
After Wu Dazhi listened to Sun Qiang's story, he looked at him with great sympathy. This was really a sad story.
"Have you seen clearly what the ghost looks like?" Bai Shu interjected from the side. Wu Dazhi was ashamed, does this girl's IQ have negative growth? At that moment, who would have the mood to see what the ghost looks like!
Wu Dazhi scolded Baizhu for embarrassing himself, and patted him on the head: "You are stupid. Sun Qiang is almost scared out of his wits. I still have time to show you what a ghost looks like?"
"This..." Bai Shu was criticized and educated by Wu Dazhi, and he suddenly felt very embarrassed. Although Wu Dazhi was telling the truth, based on the principle that everything is my right, Bai Shu decided to continue to quibble.
"Stop talking about this and that, get in the car, go eat first, and we'll talk about it later!"
This time, due to the strong opposition of Sun Qiang and Baizhu, Wu Dazhi did not continue to contribute to the international fast food giant McDonald's. He chose a fast food restaurant with Chinese characteristics - Steamed Kung Fu.
I thought that rice would be much cheaper than hamburgers, but when it was time to order, Wu Dazhi discovered that he was wrong. He was so wrong. It turns out that genuine domestic products that have never been overseas and have been exported are absolutely as good as internationally renowned restaurants in all aspects of quality.
Institutions big and small are in line with international standards. You say that their service quality is at international standards, but you still have the nerve not to let their prices also be in line with international standards?
Under the eager gazes of Bai Shu and Sun Qiang, Wu Dazhi tremblingly took out two hundred-dollar bills from his pocket. Perhaps because his movements were not smooth enough, he was severely looked down upon by the waiter.
Wu Dazhi was depressed. Is this discrimination? It must be discrimination. He has the right to complain. You must know that now customers are God, and God is an existence that must be taken seriously.
It is a pity that the Chinese people believe in Buddha, and God is not easy to work here. Wu Dazhi returned to his seat in eclipse under the contemptuous eyes of the waiter.
The bloody facts once again taught him that staying quiet is the true meaning of survival.
"Uncle Dazhi, the food is gone, can we add more?"
Sun Qiang obviously has a Chinese stomach. When he ate at McDonald's, it took him five minutes to finish a hamburger. This time, he changed to Chinese food, and within a minute, the meat in the dish was gone. This made Wu Dazhi very embarrassed.
"Yes!" Wu Dazhi gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. He must not let this kid look down on him. Haozi still had a hundred-dollar bill in his pocket. It was no problem to buy another set meal. This time he had to be optimistic and choose one.